I used to work in the RBS branch in the middle of Stockport and some lunchtimes I'd have to cover the switchboard. It was always fun to ring the speaking clock and then put it through to a random extension, always one I could see from where I was sat, and watch the confused look on the person's face when they answered the phone.
Or, when dealing with any particularly angry/horrible customers on the phone who demanded to know my name, I'd give the name of the guy who sat opposite me (who would be flicking me the V's and mouthing accusations as to my parentage when he heard me doing it)
I am going to suggest that I've got some character traits which lead to rebellion.
I won't ever use a company again when they piss me off.
I won't ever renew insurance - there's better cover and price from someone else.
I choose holidays based on friends recommendations and my research, not marketing.
I choose local suppliers over national or international where I can.
I won't self checkout unless I have to.
Etc
Is this rebellion against the system?
My office shenanigans were all about rebellion. I knew i was going to leave after the year they put me through. Beong a general dogs body and being treated like a useless **** despite showing technicians how to use the software i took decided i might aswell make it fun.
The seagul didn't have the stick i used the stick to place the keys out of reach. He had to lean out of the window and suffer the wrath to get the key.
Doing a small engineering course many moons ago i had a lecturer who went on constantly about the importance of steel toe boots in that environment - all perfectly legit, but he did go on about it far too much.
So we arc welded his rigger boots to the workbench.
I won't self checkout unless I have to.
+1
those railings put up to make you cross the road where the planners think you should. i deliberately go around them the wrong way or climb them. proper rebellious
I have started to drive on the wrong side of the motorway to stick it to the man!
It’s not easy to read the road signs but it’s a small price to pay.
I like to park nose first, if a carpark demands reverse parking.
I prefer to reverse park, unless I’m told to or have to unload lots of stuff.
When certain customers demand security vetting, I refuse to provide any information beyond the basics, certainly nothing about friends and family.
Amazingly this doesn’t seem to be a problem when they want something done.
I didn't go to a dept heads online meeting. I said I wasn't going and when asked why I said it would be a waste of time on a sunny afternoon. Everyone I've spoke with who attended said it was a waste of time, they've sent out a recording of it for non attenders and I'm not watching that either.
I had a nice dog walk.
In an old job, my boss kept getting me to book travel and such for him because he couldn't be arsed. I did it once without thinking and then it inevitably became my job forever. "You're the expert, ha ha"
So one time I knew perfectly well he was going to China and that someone else in the org was organising flights but that he didn't have accomodation booked. So I let him go to Tianjin and spend all day at a conference then go to a bar and then follow the rest of the group back to the hotel at, like, 11pm and then discover he didn't have anything booked and they were full. He told me he'd found another place locally but another colleague said he spent the night in a 24 hour internet cafe then turned up to the conference the next day looking like a tramp
I rarely pay for carrier bags at the self service checkouts, or if I need two I'll only pay for one.
Is theft a small act of rebellion?
I rarely pay for carrier bags at the self service checkouts, or if I need two I'll only pay for one.
Is theft a small act of rebellion?
I can't speak for the person who originally posted that, but the point of a carrier bag charge was to encourage reuse of plastic bags, if not to deter people from using them completely. I seem to remember that the money collected originally went to charity? (Have I made that up?) I was irritated when shops started charging for paper bags because that should have been the preferred option.
I can see the point if that's the reason for stealing bags. 😀
In response to my disproportionate crossness at spiders leaving webs at face height across all of our external doorways; I have started going through said opened portals with an arm outstretched to catch the trailing web before my face does.
Have at you damned arachnids!!! (Oh, once again, sorry Harry)
Most of these are classic office pranks, not acts of rebellion.
At my school, there was a tradition of a huge whole school assembly at the end of the academic year to celebrate the leavers who're going on to run the world - It was that sort of school. It comes to our turn, my friend Mark reaches down to his bag, and pulls out a huge black dildo, he looks at me, turns it on, and sets it on the floor, stands, nods at us all, and walks out of the school.
The best bit of this, wasn't the fact that he's seated at the very front as part of the school's celebration - Mark is still one of the cleverest people I know- he's now a lawyer working in international financial crime, so has to walk past the entire school. It's the fact that the dildo is making it's way to the stage across a parquet floor in a massive -echoing, ancient hall, and when it gets to the foot of the stage, it rests there, gently, urgently ramming against the stage, buzzing away until one of the teachers has to scramble down from his seat and fumble with it to turn it off...
Oh,on the last day of school most of us 6th formers instead of heading to the hall for the same sort of assembly just left 🙂
I got a call one night to someone fallen off a wall and couldn’t move. on arrival there was a young lad and his girlfriend, he was lying on the ground saying he couldn’t move. The story was he had fallen off the wall beside him, it was about 9 feet hight onto the ground. This happened because he was trying to find Harry Potter’s castle, of course he was no near said castle which you can’t miss. He was adamant he couldn’t move, despite the checks I did saying otherwise.
It soon became apparent they had come up to the town with no means of getting home, no cash for a room and were trying it on. So, with that I did a full trauma check. He was wearing big long trench coat, jersey and shirt and pants. Out came the scissors and I cut his coat, shirt and jersey along his sleeves, despite his protests, then up front of his shirt and jersey but left enough so they hung there, then the trousers straight up the front likewise leaving enough so they hung there.
Off we went to hospital where I told them suspicions and clinical findings. A few hours later we were back at said hospital where he was wandering out the door looking like a blast crossed between a scare crow.
Somebody else's problem...Then you're replacing them all again when they're all gummed up and you cant get at the rollers to clean them.
Oh,on the last day of school most of us 6th formers instead of heading to the hall for the same sort of assembly just leftPub before 12 for my 6th form group. Then i had to go home and pack for a trip for a summer of racing, getting collected at something indecent like 4 am to drive to the ferry.
At one of the butchers i worked at in Glasgow, i cycled in. Usually a 20 min journey. It was Summer, the forecast was for a good day.
I rode to the shop as per, then just went straight past and off to Bowling on the Clyde for an impromptu picnic. The boss's brother was standing at the front window setting up the display and we looked directly at each other as i passed by.
Oh yeah skiving off for sure. I remember one day riding to my old work at a bank on the motorbike and without ever making a decision to skive off I just kept on going past my turn off for work. Just kept going, no goal whatsoever except not arriving at work. Ended up at the beach, I was so short of ****s that I called in sick literally from the sea, standing up to my knees in it so my boss could probably hear the waves. Then took the next day off because I knew their absence algorithm treated single day absences as being worse than two days.
Later on, in a different role but same bank, I spent probably 50% of all my time on the internet (in fairness I was still getting the job done). That's pretty much when I became a Big Hitter here but most of all I remember my boss asking me to do some work and I was absolutely outraged, because I was in the middle of talking someone on sv650.org forum through how to fix their clutch and that felt like it'd become my actual job.
I had a difficult relationship with my boss at a consulting firm I worked for years ago. When a rather large job went a bit south while I was adjusting to a newborn and getting no support on the work I realised it wasn't so much a team as a group of back-stabbing egos. I needed a change.
Found the perfect replacement job... but just at that time the boss got me a one-day/week for a year at a potentially massive client. She was quite excited because we were signing a contract with a person she'd let down in a similar situation many years before and she saw this as a chance to heal a wound (and make her look good).
So I went to the meeting to set up the secondment. I went for a day of induction. I went for the first day in the role. Then I resigned and never looked back.
While it wasn't planned exactly, and I felt a bit guilty at the time, it worked out quite neatly.
